All my lifeWhat I mistook for friendly pats on the backWere really the hands that pushed me further and further downThe more I struggle, the less I achieveDeep, chlorine breathMinutes bleed into hours, bleed into daysSomething keeps me in this disinfected womb

We see things differently in daylight, I supposeI mean, everything is an excuse for somethingBut my conscience is intactI can deny everythingI'm waving into blind eyes